...Every once in a while those around me turn aside to face the others around them, and I am left standing in a slightly awkward space that only I inhabit.
But for once, I didn't mind.
In this small, brief pocket of solitude, I observed my surroundings for a moment, making sure my smile didn't fade too much.
And then I saw it.
Of course I knew I would. I knew that it would be there, practically sneering in my face even when I was facing deliberately away.
It was too late to turn away now, but I did anyway, gasping for breath and trying to stop the stinging in my eyes. I stared ahead, not actually seeing anything in front of me. Thought seriously about bolting. It took a few moments of silent, awful stillness to recover.
The pocket of solitude broke, and just like that the world drew me back in, and I was forced to jerk out of my small moment of weakness.
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